Chapter 860 Fiercefire Curse and Soul Flame

At night, when most creatures sleep peacefully with their eyes closed, the Sheberhe Academy of Magic welcomes some unfamiliar guests.

In fact, these guests had been peeping around the school day and night not long ago, and they were the kind of guys who "wouldn't feel uncomfortable treating them as enemies".

But today, the dozens of former snoopers were all invited to step into the main hall of the mansion, and sat down at one end of a long table usually used by students for meals.

In fact, at this point, someone must have noticed a certain key point-"invited"? Who else would invite the enemy in?

Although the answer is almost ready to come out, if you want to understand the intention of "that person", you have to start from the place where the group of mysterious dwarf wizards attacked the snoopers of various forces...

"……coming."

Among the dozen or so wizards present, whoever reminded him softly made everyone's eyes turn to the side door of the main hall.

And there, the wizard who led them in just now came out of the doorway first, and quickly stood aside.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with a white beard in an old-fashioned wizard robe walked out slowly, walking all the way to the side of the main seat with a calm expression.

But then, he didn't sit down.

"Bang bang bang—"

He waved his hand casually, and the doors and windows around the main hall were immediately closed, making a series of soft noises. Since no one has spoken here yet, the sound of the collision that should have been slight has become extraordinarily clear.

"Tonight, all of you will conduct a large-scale transaction under my leadership. So I hope that no one outside is secretly listening to our conversation."

Up to this point, everyone present has remained calm... After all, they are here today to negotiate a deal with the "master" here.

Seeing this at this moment, the old wizard seemed to be slightly satisfied and nodded.

"Very well, since everyone has already made their inner preparations, then I think tonight's transaction must have an ending that benefits all of us!"

"That's exactly what my master expected."

A wizard nodded in response, and the others followed suit in sporadic agreement.

Even if these guys come from different forces, when they all sit around the same table representing the people behind them, their interests have already become the same.

"OK,."

The old wizard finally sat down at this moment, and raised his eyelids slightly to look around the long table.

"I believe," he said, "all those in charge behind me have read the letter I sent to you, and also understand the general direction of my invitation and discussion...

That's right, the forces you belong to are all in the surrounding countries of my Israeli magic world, but none of them are top-notch. So, I think you must have some misgivings about my invitation. "

Having said that, he paused for a while before continuing:

"But I have to say that the changes we need are actually the same—for example, the Horus family in your Egyptian magic world was once above the royal power, but now they are forced to turn to it due to the loss of a large number of inheritances. Production.

But if I said, I am willing to give you part of the magic inheritance and help your family regain control of the entire Egypt... Do you think your patriarch will be willing to continue to expand outwards with me? "

"What are you talking about—"

Hearing what the old dean of Heberhe said was getting more and more outrageous, the representatives of all the forces present showed inexplicable expressions. And the representative of the Horus family who was pointed out waved his hands again and again.

"Yes, the subordinates you sent out that night were indeed beyond our expectations, but I have to remind you - even if it is only for our Horus family, it is definitely not too much to deal with. As for what you said about helping our family regain control of Egypt..."

He was talking, and he didn't even want to go on.

"Forget it," the man shook his head and said, "it's the 'magic inheritance' you mentioned just now...can you talk to me in private later?"

However, the old wizard ignored the last sentence of the other party, and instead leaned back on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Having said so much, I don't seem to have introduced myself properly yet!" He closed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Well, it might be too long to start from the beginning...Let me just say this !Someone once called me 'Despicable Haierbo', I wonder if you... have all heard of it?"

"Hmph, to be honest, I actually quite like this title..."

Before the words were finished, a sea of ​​flames appeared in the hall in the blink of an eye, surrounding the entire long table. The high temperature that seemed to burn the body and soul at the same time caused more than a dozen people present to freeze immediately.

And at the next moment, in the sea of ​​flames that almost occupied the entire field of vision, all kinds of creatures made of flames suddenly sprang up, appearing alive as if they really had their own life.

"Fiendfire!"

Soon, someone yelled out this terrible black magic vocabulary with a distorted voice.

The Fiercefire Curse is a magic that is equally famous even among ancient dark wizards-this kind of magic is actually not difficult to cast, or rather, a wizard can actually learn it through practice.

But the key is that it is almost uncontrollable.

Due to Fiendfire's strong adsorption to magical objects, many powerful dark wizards were fascinated by it, and tried every means to control it.

But among those researchers, only a handful of geniuses managed to find a way.

Oh, what happened to the rest of the researchers, you ask? In fact, it's nothing, those guys were just backfired by Fierce Fire, and their bodies and souls were all burned to ashes.

Therefore, even in today's circle of dark wizards, the Fiercefire Curse is spontaneously regarded as a taboo.

Therefore, when these guys saw the flame that could change into the shape of a creature, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak clearly. After all, if this thing is stained with a little bit, it can't be extinguished!

Unfortunately, they guessed wrong after all.

"No, this... this, this is not Fiendfyre!" Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Look! Is that a centaur? Also, are those three-headed snakes? Will there be magical creatures?"

After he said this, there was a trace of hesitation in everyone's expressions. But with such a frightening scene ahead, who would dare to risk himself to test the truth?

"Could it be... is this old man playing tricks on us?"

The other said something hesitantly, but when everyone else looked at him, he immediately stopped talking.

Not long after, when they subconsciously turned their attention to Haierbo one by one, they realized that the old man had been leaning on the backrest and dozing with a calm expression since just now!

As if realizing that these guys had finally calmed down a bit, Haierbo slowly raised his eyelids again.

"I'm very happy, at least in this day and age people still know 'Firefire'..." he said quietly, "but unfortunately, this is really not Fiendfyre... but a new one I created based on the principle of Fiendfire the magic of..."

"I call it—the flame of the soul."

"In theory, as long as there are enough deaths as a basis, I can create a huge army of flames! As for their power..."

"Ministry of Magic!" The representative of the Horus family said suddenly, "You used this magic to burn Israel's Ministry of Magic to ruins overnight—"

"'Overnight'?" Hai Erbo chuckled, "No, no, it's just half of the No. 9 hourglass... Oh, I mean, it's only about 15 minutes!"

Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, no matter how insignificant it is, the local Ministry of Magic is not something that can be underestimated at will. Because as long as there is a Ministry of Magic in this place, it means that there was once a wizarding council here.

And the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic of various countries - the wizarding council, is actually equivalent to the gathering place of local wizarding powerhouses.

Even though the powerhouses are all dead now, some of the things they left behind are still well preserved. For example, the entire Ministry of Magic's defensive magic.

But Haierbo told them that he had brought down the entire Ministry of Magic in just a cup of tea. This is much more amazing than they initially expected!

"If you still don't believe me, I don't mind picking someone to show it off..."

Haierbo glanced at them one by one, the coldness in his gaze made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Is there anyone willing to make a sacrifice? I think, after the forces you belong to know what happened today, they will definitely be happy for your sacrifice!"

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly hooked his right index finger, and a hippogriff made of flames jumped out of the sea of ​​flames, and flew into the sky above the long table.

Waves of fire scattered around with the beating of its wings, and those guys turned pale with fright, and those who were still standing immediately fell back to their seats in a hurry.

"Don't worry, it will be very painful to be killed by my soul flame, but the process of death is definitely not slow. I can guarantee that you only need to grit your teeth to die completely, and you won't burn your soul like Fiercefire Nothing left!"

Haierbo looked at the pale faces with great interest, obviously enjoying the fear of others. But at this moment, he suddenly sensed a commotion of magic power outside the mansion.

Since he had just cast a muffler magic around the main hall and closed all the doors and windows, he didn't see or hear any real movement.

But as an orthodox ancient wizard strongman, his trust in magic induction is even higher than that of Maca who is also walking on this path.

"Humph."

A stern look flashed in Haierbo's eyes, and he suddenly snorted coldly, which shocked the others again.

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